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A single unbending line which encircles the day.
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When I was As a child I would spin around
with my eyes on the horizon trying to catch the place where
the line turned or bent but I never could
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the mystery of the straight, encircling line.
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(All the) other lines find their way to the horizon sooner or later
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High lines, (Years ago, playing in the
connecting lines: telegraph wires furrows while your father
railway tracks watched, you looked up +
canals saw a line of boats gliding
drains through the sky. The fear
rivers you felt, seeing those
boats above your head.)
Low lines,
boundary lines: ditches (No hedges or walls
roads between fields here,
paths only the ditches + roads.
Ditches to stop the sea
reclaiming what it owns.)
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The lines of this place are sometimes washed out by floods.
Obliteration.
Water erasing the (Cornelius the Dutchman
manmade geometry digging his way through
restoring this place the 17th century.)
